year one, the poem.

felt your hot breath and your tears falling to my chest as we feared together, things to come. i sat quietly, your arms around me, with lightbulbs in my head turning on. thinking when we're old, if we make it there... i don't believe in promises, but this i swear: i know you'll love me [...]

keep going

I need to get back into writing. Waiting for inspiration to strike, as a true artist does lol, isn't working for me. I have always described my blog as writing about Jesus and culture. While that's true and that's what I like to write the most, I always take my time with those posts. I [...]

guns.

My husband says that even though I know people are never going to do the right thing, I still expect people to do the right thing. I hold high standards. Sometimes those standards aren't really fair because I form the ideas of what I want people to be based on what will make ME happy [...]

just today

I drafted a post for my first wedding anniversary. I had planned to tell you all about my first year of marriage and, in my infinite one year of marriage wisdom, tell you what I learned. But, as a true artist, I just wasn't feeling it that day. Instead I wrote a poem about how [...]